I hate myself when I do something I don’t feel like.
I hate myself when I know how it’s going to end and I am right.
I hate myself when I stop talking to people instead of facing them by telling them the truth.
I hate myself when I lie to my Maa for something she would never approve.
And I hate myself even more when she proves to be right.
I hate myself when I don’t go for something I want instead of what my friends want.
I hate myself when I don’t take people seriously.
I hate myself when I believe in love happening only in movies not in real life.
I hate myself when I go on a date with jerks who only want to hook up.
I hate myself for being too frank and real that people hate and dislike me.
I hate myself when I share too much information about myself to someone.
I hate myself when I know people around me are bragging but I let them keep going.
I hate myself when I have to start making friends again and again; as my earlier friends are pain & sadist.
I hate myself when I look for adventure and dares, ending up getting hurt and depressed…
I hate when I have say no to a guy, as trust me, I hate saying no.
I hate myself when I give more importance to money than love and companionship.
I hate myself when I suspect someone giving me compliments.
I hate it when I get into my bubble & don’t allow anyone to get in.
I hate myself when I fake myself and behave like a cool sarcastic person.
I hated myself for taking so much time to accept myself, but NOW I LOVE MYSELF
I hate these things, NOT MYSELF… 🙂
FanaticKnight